Calum
When we stepped into school with matching shoes once again, there were whispers. It was a sea of good and bad. Their voices were playing from headphones, slithering up the chord from an iPod, always on repeat with no pause or skip buttons.
"oh my god, theyre so cute. look at their shoes. why dont we do something cute like that kyle?"
"dude, once she hears the news, shes gonna flip."
"how is calum with her? i thought he and sydney were together. shes way better than cameron. shes at least normal. cameron is such a freak."
"why does calum get her? out of all the idiots here, she chose him. i heard he cheated on her already anyways. wait till she finds out. ill be in to swoop her off her feet."
They were wasps in a shaken nest, constantly buzzing angrily. Just ready to ruin anyones day that steps in their path. I wish they understood how much words can hurt. It doesn't matter how lightly they say it, it hurts. They cut like razors, not on skin, but on security, on positive thoughts, on any confidence you can find. They tear you down with words. Words that can't physically touch you or do you any arm. Words that cut deeper than any knife or weapon.
I looked down at her. She wasn't here. She was in her own world, singing beautiful songs with beautiful words. She was dancing on clouds, eating cotton candy till her teeth rotted. Maybe she was in a carnival, riding on a carousel with chocolate in the creases of her lips. Wherever she was, she was in a better place than here. She was with someone better than me. Not only me, but better friends, family. Whatever world she can muster up in that beautifully, creative mind of hers, was better than this god forsaken place we call earth. We're all scum. Filthy, gluttonous, things we call "humans." Humanities shot. Its dead. In every aspect. I just wish I was open minded and creative enough to find an escape as wonderful as hers.
Her fingers were intertwined with mine, swinging through the air as she hummed a soft song about dollhouses. Granted, the lyrics were brutal, it was still nice. Her voice was soft, gravelly, with a beautiful melody. I wish I could put her voice in a necklace, and tap it so her voice would travel to my ear drums, and my ear drums only.
She noticed my eyes focused on her, looking up at me with a bright, crooked toothed, smile, bringing my hand up to her face and pressing her lips to the top of my hand. It was a simple gesture, but enough to yank a smile at the corner of my lips and pull her body closer to mine.
She's her own person, with her own, brilliantly loud aura. She's full of positive energy, no matter what she does. I admire it. I admired her. She was a piece of gold in a copper mind. Too rich, too perfect for such filthy surroundings.
She pulled me into our first period, spinning with our hands in the air, never breaking contact as she danced on her toes. She always danced. She danced around the halls, in the shower, on her bed when we're trying study. She was talented, but never once has she thought so until she picked up a paintbrush.
"Hey." I poked her side, causing her to squirm and send me a soft glare.
"What do you want, ugly?"
"I love you."
She rolled her eyes, "I love you too."
I grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. Her face heated up at the contact and she stuck her tongue out at me, before yanking books out of her bag and letting them hit her desk with a thump.
The classes I have with her are the worst. Not because I constantly have to remind her to focus and do her work, but because I'm so addicted to her I can't even focus on my own work. I can't keep my eyes off her. If it weren't for being in class, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands of her. I'm the addict and she's the addiction. She's gotten into my bloodstream. She clouds my mind, eating away every bad thought I've ever had. If my brain were a phone, there would be no space because she took up everything. Ever since we were kids it was CameronCameronCameron and she just doesn't understand. No one does. I don't even understand. All I can make out is that she is the most amazing human being out here, and she deserves the best.
I may not be the best, maybe no one ever would be. But I'm not going to give up on her. I've seen too many people do that to her. I've sat on the sidelines too many times just watching. Watching someone stick their cold hands into her chest, hold her heart as if it was safe and rip it completely out of her chest. I've watched her shed tears that didn't deserve to be shed.
Someone this perfect doesn't deserve this kind of pain.
And I'll do anything to keep it from happening again.
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